Romantic Stories

Last weekend I helped Grace buy a car from my brother’s garage; just a Focus, nothing amazing. I twisted his arm into offering her a good deal and service & MOT. I said she was a colleague but I think he’s worked out I’m fucking her and he’s probably realised it’s reasonably serious for me to be calling in favours like that. He also knows her full name and address so if he did any deeper searching he’d work out something...

I can’t help myself…. Stood, in just my boxers, looking at you in your matching bra and lacy pants, my cock is as hard as its ever been. The lead up to this evening has been nothing short of exquisite. 2 weeks of chatting, sending pictures, describing what we’re doing to ourselves. Being on a phone call (no video, not yet) and timing our climax to coincide while we describe in detail exactly what we’re doing, what we’re f...

This is follows on from my last story Hard Limit. We met, had a meal and, bound, he watched us fuck all night. In the morning, I sent him to get us breakfast but we carried on without him while he was gone, which turned out to be a hard limit. He reacted like a twat and left with her, pretty upset, leaving me in the hotel room. Grace is her name (I wasn’t sure about naming her in the previous story but I think it’s fine)....

It was our third date. We had met on a dating app. I was reluctant to go that route and up until now my reservations had been justified. He was my third attempt, the others had not lived up to their profiles and not gone further than a single meeting. This one had exceeded expectations. We had finished dinner. I had decided before leaving home that I would fuck him tonight. Should I make the move? I needed it, it had been...